tomthumper: Becca was the picture of innocence when her husband Roger came home early. “I was
tomthumper: Becca was the picture of innocence when her husband Roger came home early. “I was helping the contracter, Grant,” she said looking up from the floor where she knelt. “He’s in the back laying pipe, I think…” She chewed her lower lip and looked down. “How do you like him?” Roger slowly walked around Becca, taking off his suit jacket and hanging it up. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and rolled them. He smiled as he loosened his tie and slipped it over his head. “He hasn’t been coming onto you, has he? He’s got a reputation.” “Oh. No, not at all! I’ve hardly seen him today. He’s been busy.” Becca brushed some of the dry-wall dust from her t-shirt. Her chest jiggled, no bra, and very nice hard nipples. “Is that so?” Roger grabbed her by the arm and hauled her to her feet roughly. “Grant, get out here!” “What are you doing? Don’t pull me like that!” Roger ignored her protests and pulled her over to the full length mirror that stood just by their bedroom door. As he did they were joined by Grant. He was a tall muscular man in his late twenties, clad only in jeans and nothing else. “Grant!” Becca blushed looking at the man’s chest and the cool look of satisfaction on his face. “Why– why don’t you have a shirt on?” “Yeah, Grant,” said Roger. “Why no shirt?” “Cause Becca here loves playing with my nipples,” said Grant. “Fuck, you have a horny wife, sir.” “Grant!” Becca looked quickly from one man to the other. “He’s lying honey! I would never, ever–” Roger pulled Becca around and pointed her shapely behind at the mirror. There was a large drywall dust handprint - Grant’s handprint. “Shit!” Becca’s eyes went wide. “I’m - I’m sorry honey! It was just a one time thing. I was weak. I was–” Roger put his fingers to her lips, stopping her. “No, it’s not a one time thing. Not by a long shot.” He opened the door to the bedroom and motioned to Grant. Grant smiled and nodded. “Wh-what do you mean?” Becca eyes slipped to the bedroom where Grant was slowly unbuttoning his jeans and slipping them down. His legs were nice and thick, smooth, and what hung between them Becca was already intimately acquainted with. “Grant and I here are going to make this a regular thing.” Roger drew her into the bedroom, squeezing her ass, leaving a matching handprint on her other cheek. “I’m so happy you volunteered to become our fuck toy.” He cupped her chin. “Isn’t that right, honey? You want to be our fuck toy.” Becca looked up into her husband’s eyes, her mouth, so recently around Grant’s cock, hanging open in shock. Grant came up behind them, completely nude and began to kiss her kneck. She moaned. Roger began to slowly squeeze her breasts through her top. They took her to the marriage bed and began. From that day on Becca was a fuck-toy and Grant wasn’t the only man that Roger enjoyed sharing his wife with. -- source link